Not all daughters turn into their mothers

My dad is a planner, a list maker, an organizer, a rule regulator and a contract creator. As a kid, I loathed the "family meetings", the inescapable discussions about curfews or "house rules", and the endless lectures if you broke any of those rules. I didn't just push the boundaries, I tried to re-draw them, … Continue reading Not all daughters turn into their mothers

I was more of a teacher’s plague than a pet.

I wasn't a very good student. If I was completely honest, I'd have to admit that it was mostly due to an overwhelming interest in social experiences rather than cerebral ones that kept me from achieving better grades. But I'm not that honest, so I'll blame it on poor study habits and a lack of … Continue reading I was more of a teacher’s plague than a pet.

My first school lock down

I remember having  fire drills as a kid. A couple of times I even remember having to kneel in the hallway, head tucked between my knees, during a tornado warning. None of us took it very seriously. We giggled and squirmed, making faces at one another, while the teachers hushed us in unison. It always … Continue reading My first school lock down